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plantation of dear old Doctor Thomas is situated. Here, 
I would have made a short call on J. P., an old friend of pre- 
historic days, but he had also gone to chant ‘‘ The Maple Leaf 
Forever.”’ Through SangreChiquito on and on, cacao planta- 
tions innumerable on both sides of the road laden with pods, 
purple, scarlet, yellow and green. Perched on a hill on the 
right side of the road, the “Casa de Fandango”’ of the “Cule- 
bra,’’ descendant from Spanish hidalgos, and the ‘“doyen’”’ 
of the district, one who can discourse with equal facility on 
either the medizval customs of old Spain, including Toledo 
blades and culebras, or the manners of modern London and 
its latest development in taxicabs. Now for the long hills of 
famed Morne Calabash, and Comparo, where “Louis Phi- 
lippe”’ erst protégé of the popular Lord Harris, enjoys his well- 
earned otium cum dignitate. The roads are fairly graded 
and were surmounted without difficulty, and at the bottom 
of the long descent from these hills, lay El Recuerdo, about 
24 miles from Manzanilla beach, my resting place for the 
night. The house is prettily situated on a ridge, nearly 100 
ft. above the level of the King’s Highway, which has been 
carefully levelled, round edged, and terraced. 
The “coup d’ceil” that presented itself at dawn next morn- 
ing when I went outside the house, was truly picturesque. 
Each terrace was lined with a wealth of plants of all kinds, 
palms, crotons, colei, canna, dracene, roses, begonias, all too 
numerous to recapitulate, and G. A. F. assured me that they 
had all been originally planted from slips just placed in the 
ground, and not from rooted cuttings, proof positive of the 
generous nature of the soil. Westward of the house, a lawn 
had been laid out and planted with grass, and contiguous to 
this plot is a small hill, on a rise of about 50 ft. from the 
house, known as Mt. Beverley, on which the proprietor in- 
tends to build a chalet, where he can pass a week-end far 
from the madding crowd, and a delightful spot it is. Right 
above the lofty tree-tops come with an uninterrupted rush, 
the cool winds of the eastern sea, bringing fresh life from 
across the Atlantic; looking towards the North, the opposite 
slopes are one mass of the flame-coloured Immortel (Eryth- 
rina umbrosa), while immediately beneath are the engine- 
